Author's Note: IMPORTANT! This is a new experiment of mine, and this time you will have to follow the instructions as they are given. There had been a lot of readers claiming that they loves my experiments, and it made me wonder if maybe I could take it one step further, I did, and here is the result. This is a pretty big experiment, and I really hope y'all will like it. In spite of being several chapters, this is a one-shot.

Big thanks to Earendil Eldar

Warning: The warning is placed here for vinsmouse, who wanted a spew warning here, claiming it might be a bad idea to drink while reading the funnier parts. So please keep in mind that drinking any kind of beverage while reading this, might be hazzard'ous to the health of your screen.

Disclaimer: The Duke Boys are not mine, I don't own the Duke boys, nor the General Lee. I promise that once I'm through with them, there will be nothing broken that a trip to Cooter's garage can't fix….

Each Time A Different Turn

"Now, for all of you who are familiar with the concept of following instructions, this ain't gonna be a problem, for the rest of ya, well, there won't be much of a choice this time around. Y'all just do what seems best and I hope that y'all can enjoy this."

There just were a few things in the world that you can't fully experience unless you chose to open your mind to them. While most folks in the city would always hurry through the rain, it can do a man good to let himself get wet in a warm spring rain every now and again. Getting dirty and sweaty wasn't as bad as they made it out to be, not when you sat down with your family at day's end and knew that you had really accomplished something.

There was corn growing in the field, there was a goat munching happily on his hay There was the early warm desperately trying to avoid the equally early chicken, the first fleeing from the later as if their life depended on it, which was actually a pretty accurate description of the situation.

Maybe they thought it was a poor deal to go searching for eggs before you could cook them, but you never heard a farmer whine about not having any fresh eggs. Not when you had retrieved them five minutes before you cracked them in the pan.

As far as Jesse Duke was concerned he didn't miss out on anything that city folks had. He couldn't think of one single thing that would make him exchange the hard work in the field, and certainly never the hard concrete of a city. There were farmer's in the world, men who rather broke their back plowing up fields and harvesting than sit behind a desk. He was one of them, and he was proud of it.

Those city folks didn't understand it, and that was why he had told his nephews not to take advantage of the city folk that didn't know no better. Not because he thought they were all slow in the head, but because there was so much of the farmer that they didn't understand.

There was just something to be said about watching something grow with the years. Knowing that it was all those years of back breaking work that had produced something that made you so proud of it. Knowing that you had cared for it as it grew, and when you were standing there, seeing the result, it was all suddenly worth it. All the sweat and all of the hardship, because it made it so sweet in the end.

He wasn't thinking about the corn anymore either.

It was time for getting the boys up, and he was standing in the doorway to their bedroom and thinking that it was a chore by itself. The Good lord knew that the boys worked hard, but they were young, they were in their prime, of course they wanted some pleasure to go with all the hard work they put down. While he himself was fully content with spending his days at the farm with all of the small details, they wanted something more than that, and he was more than happy to give it to them.

Daisy was something special, down to earth and content in spite of having all the local boys at her beck and call. She could have moved away from the farm, there was hardly one boy wouldn't have done his hardest to give her all she wanted. She could have gone to the Capital city and found someone to give her fur coats and fancy clothes, but she remained on the farm with her family.

He smiled as he looked at his two nephews, Luke had been a small version of a man when they got him. He had been old enough to understand what it all meant. He was old enough to know he would never again see his parents, while it took some time for Daisy to fully comprehend it, Luke knew. They had both needed a lot of support then, something Jesse and Lavinia had tried the hardest to give them. It had taken a lot of time, many times to put them down on the porch swing and tell them that they might have lost their parents, but they still had family who loved them.

He looked at Luke, lying there on his back, one arm curled under his pillow, and one on his stomach, the more vigilant one. He was a fine young man, but as a child there had been no mistaking the Duke temper. While he hurt from the loss of his parents he had tried to be a big boy. He had tried to help out, actually understanding that taking in two children and a six months old baby was hard over night.

That was Bo, a mere baby who didn't have the slightest idea of what had taken place. As long as he was fed and had someone to hug him he didn't really care that it wasn't his mother who did it anymore. A few rare times when it was weighing down Luke to bad he had been screaming at the baby, angry that it didn't matter to him. That Bo would sit there and laugh, or scream for food and not care how Luke was hurting.

That was when he would take Luke outside and sit down and talk with him. He would cry because he was ashamed, but he never really meant his anger at the baby. It was just a small boy who tried to be brave, and he couldn't always. Once he had cried in his Uncle's shoulder he would sniff a bit, and then he would go inside and sit hugging Bo.

That boy was on his back with his face towards the door, bunching up the pillow with one arm while the other hung out over the mattress and he had the cover half kicked off. He was the restless one even while he slept. Jesse had thought he was the lucky one who didn't remember what had happened, but as he grew he realized that it wasn't exactly true. He had believed Bo was lucky to be to young to remember the accident that had killed his parents until a small teary eyed boy had come up to him and asked why he didn't have a mommy or a daddy.

Bo hadn't really been spared any of the pain after all, but for him it came much later.

He looked at them again as he stood by the window and watching them both sleep in front of him. When they were children he had always sneaked in before he went to bed, to make sure they were alright and he'd stand watching them sleep. He had watched them grow, and he could not have been any more proud of them if they had both been his own.

He smiled as he pulled up the blinds with one quick movement.

"All right there ya two, git up now." He exclaimed cheerfully and grinned even wider as Luke grunted in his sleep coming half awake, while Bo just sighed and shifted. Oh they were young alright, and it was the way of youth to want to catch those extra five minutes of sleep even after the roaster had cried, he had been young himself and he didn't hold it against them, but that didn't mean he was going to let them get away with it.

"Git up now, time fer ya ta be lazy another day." He grinned as Luke opened his eyes while Bo rolled over. He headed over and shook his shoulder, the younger one was a more heavy sleeper, and even if he hadn't actually slept through a tornado, Jesse was sure it was only because of a lack of opportunity.

"Morning already?" Bo mumbled while Jesse was grinning at him and Luke was sitting with his feet on the floor and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Been morning fer some time, now git ya self out of that there bed boy, them chickens been waiting on ya long enough now." He was still beaming as he headed out of the door and into the kitchen. The smell of coffee was going to ruse them soon enough. It might have been enough to get them up by itself, but then he would lose the fun of waking them.

Luke paused as he was pulling on his jeans and looked at his cousin who had closed his eyes again, throwing his pillow at him. It wasn't luck that allowed him to hit Bo square in the face, it was years and years of routine.

"It just ain't fair." Bo pulled the pillow from his face but didn't move to get up more than he already had, which was not really at all.

"Ya laying there thinking ya can sleep while I'm getting up sure ain't fair." Luke agreed looking around for some other ammunition. Bo bolted out of bed as he saw Luke reaching for his boots, but he only pulled them on. Not that he hadn't actually thrown those a time or two.

"It ain't fair Luke, how can he be so dang cheerful in the morning?" Bo demanded as he pulled on his own jeans and then reached for his blue t-shirt. "It just ain't fair ya know."

Luke looked at him. "He's our Uncle, he raised us, it's a parent thing to enjoy doing that. Now get up will ya."

"I am up." Bo objected.

"Not up enough, git outta here." Luke grabbed his shirt and pulled him along. "I let ya stay two seconds, and ya'll be asleep again, I just know it."

"I just don't think it's fair fer someone to be able to be that dang cheerful in the morning, ain't no reason ta rough handle me like that."

Jesse grinned as he listened to them, it was easy to be so cheerful when you had three so fine kids to great you.

"Now here comes that other bit, cause I want y'all ta think about a number between 1 and 15. (Remember it was kinda like this the last time, and that worked okay didn't it?) Y'all ready, okay then, if the number ya picked was 2, 4, 9, 12 or 13, then ya supposed ta go to chapter 2. If it was 1, 5, 7, 11 or 15 then y'all supposed ta go to chapter 3, and finally if it was 3, 6, 8, 10 or 14 then y'all supposed ta go to chapter 4. See, that's kinda logical. I hope y'all will be enjoying what ya find there."

/Thank You all for reading, Elenhin